Elena

“Mike had laughed at the question, and Dad, ever good-natured, smiled. He was a sports fan, an occasional card player. Knew games. Knew when to call or fold. With white people, you always fold.”
― Rivers Solomon, Model Home

“And what of my father? Where is my ire for him? Okay, but like, what of anyone’s father. Goodness, we can’t be disappointed by men we never once believed in.”
― Rivers Solomon, Model Home

“A brilliant, fierce thinker. But don’t let that fool you into thinking that you know the truth of things. You don’t even know if your poem is good or not. I think it’s good. Do you? Where does it fall short in your eyes? Or do you not even know? Are you simply desperate for my approval? An outside voice to tell you that you are good and worthy? Well, you are good and worthy. I will tell you that. But who am I? Why should I be your arbitrator? Am I God, Ezri? What does it matter what I think?”
― Rivers Solomon, Model Home

“The constant terror of our home turned Eve into a machine of efficiency, me, a person detached from their body, and Emmanuelle neurotic.”
― Rivers Solomon, Model Home